Many years ago, when I was tramping, I was stuck in a tailback on the M1 Southbound. By sheer coincidence, next door to me, in the middle lane was a good friend of mine who was also a tramper.
We got out and had a chat, and one of us suggested making a cuppa. I had water, sugar and teabags and he had some fresh milk.
In front of my friend, was an American couple in what was, I imagine, a hired car. On seeing us chatting, the wife jumped out and shouted (in an exaggerated Southern drawl) “What’s goin ON!”
“Oh there’s been some sort of a bump up ahead” we replied, to which she shouted back “So WHAT are we supposed to do NOW”
We could hear my kettle boiling, and armed with the fresh milk, we said “ I don’t know about you but We’re just going to have a cup of tea”
We were on the point of offering them one when she shouted to her husband at the top of her voice “Harry HARRY! Did you hear that! Those damn Brits are drinking tea again!
Strangely enough, the tea tasted really nice after that